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7/30/2019 c1 19Ckh
Nice friends can help one get through life. They say the right things to support you. They do the right things. But sometimes there are no right things to do. How can you comfort someone when you know they are disabled for the rest of life? All they can offer is trite advice, and that's sad.

An abstract poem that is slightly depressing.

Some suggestions to improve the flow of the poem:
You can play around with the phrase 'my self'. In the second instance you use 'my self', try using 'myself' instead. The reading of 'myself' feels more personal than 'my self'

You can try switching the order of the last two lines in your second to fourth stanza. It might give the final stanza an air of finality.
7/29/2019 c1 4Seirra32
Interesting poem. I interpreted as being about toxic friends and some sort of disability. Sad that it's still an issue. Thanks for sharing. :)

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